"She's been a bit under the weather, haven't you, Al?" said Neil, interjecting. "She won't come down to the beach with us!" Probably smart," Paul said...as he shifted lobster tails around the grill. "The beach down there is going to hell. Too many juvenile delinquents and loose women running around. I don't even feel safe using those showers anymore." Yeah," said Neil, confused. Old people always thought things were deteriorating, so he didn't get into it.Paul wasn't giving up. "So are you an. Instead of cringing at the sound of the nasty whirring noise that used to grate on her nerves, she welcomed it to her senses like a familiar stranger with a promise of soothing pain.Of course, he continued to shamelessly use her much abused pucker as a ready disposal for his pent-up frustrations and she took his pounding as just retribution for her years of sin and disreputable behavior. He was her confessor and her dispenser of penance and she existed just to have him mount her and start his. Knowing that only the barrier of her blouse remained between my eyes and her breasts kept my gaze fixed on them.Mom's moans mingled into my imagination, taking on a far different tone. I was lusting after my own mother, and there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted nothing more than to let my hands slip lower, off her shoulders, and into the part of her blouse to the globes beneath. Her nipples pressed against the cloth, tenting the material, and I silently wished it was transparent. “Tyler, I have known all along how Katie feels about you, and the risk she took by allowing you into her life. Bobby has shared the discussion that he had with you, so now I know that Katie was never in any risk at all where you are concerned. You both have our full support and blessing.”“Oh, Mom,” Katie said as she reached across to place her hand on her mom’s, which were still holding Tyler’s. “You and Dad set a high standard. I know that Tyler and I can reach it together.”“I know you can.